Lin Feng looked at Yang Xu who was trying to escape, chuckled, and once again took the fist seal of the Great Sun God's Fist with his right hand. The blazing fire gathered in his palm again, turning into a round of tomorrow, rising slowly and shining brightly.
The next moment, Lin Feng struck the void with a Sun God Fist, and the void twisted. Yang Xu, who had escaped, seemed to be stuck in the gap between the two worlds. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and was shaken back to this world, with a look of shock on his face.
With Lin Feng.
"Not only is he powerful, but he also understands the mysteries of space so deeply. Are all the people from Xuanmen Tianzong monsters?"
Yang Xu opened his mouth and sprayed out the already scarred Ice Prison Gate again, and then suddenly spurted out another mouthful of blood, this time it sprayed on the Ice Prison Gate.
At the same time, his Nascent Soul also left his body again, spitting out a mouthful of essence energy, which fell on the door of the ice prison. With a multi-pronged approach, the door of the ice prison bloomed again, and finally regained some vitality.
But in Jun Zining's eyes, this scene only made her feel more shocked about Lin Feng's strength.
"Yang Xu is in a desperate posture." Jun Zining opened her mouth slightly, with a look of shock on her face: "A person who has cultivated in the Golden Core stage has forced a Nascent Soul Ancestor to this point. He himself
He actually looks quite at ease!"
Yang Xu looked at Lin Feng with a gloomy face: "Who are you, Your Excellency? With your level of cultivation, it is impossible for you to be an unknown person in the Xuanmen Tianzong. Among the six disciples of the Xuanmen Master, which one are you?
?”
Lin Feng looked at Yang Xu with interest and suddenly smiled: "A monk like you who has formed a Nascent Soul will not talk so much nonsense when fighting with others. You are talking so much now because you want to delay the time for others.
Come to support you?"
Although Yang Xu's expression remained unchanged, he suddenly fell silent and kept silent. It was obvious that Lin Feng had spoken his mind.
Jun Zining was startled, patted her head, and shouted to Lin Feng in a hurry: "There are indeed two ancestors of the Yang family who are in the Yuan Ying stage who have arrived in Kunlun Mountain this time. He must be waiting for another ancestor to come over!
"
"Don't worry, he can't wait any longer." Lin Feng shook his head. He raised his hand and drew a circle of light in the air. There were glimpses of light in the circle, and the scene changed.
When the image in the aperture stabilized, Yang Xu saw the picture clearly, and his face suddenly became more gloomy.
Jun Zining looked over curiously and suddenly let out a cry of surprise.
In the picture, the sky is filled with flying sand, dyeing that side of the world into a scene of black and yellow.
An old man in black clothes, with a ferocious face, was sitting cross-legged on a huge door, with a baby's light and shadow above his head, which had already left the Nascent Soul.
Within the door, endless black sand flies out. Every grain of black sand contains the terrifying power of death. As long as an ordinary person touches a grain of black sand, his life will be wiped out by the power of death.
.
The soul will also be imprisoned by the black sand, and then buried in the dark and silent endless hell inside the door.
Different from Yang Xu's communication with the Ice Hell, the formation of this old man in black is to communicate with the Black Sand Hell.
He used his Nascent Soul magic weapon, the Gate of Sand Hell, in conjunction with the formation of the Black Sand Hell Formation to drag the entire space he was in into the Black Sand Hell.
...At least, that was his original plan.
It's a pity that now, he can only sit in Sleepy City. The black sand pouring out from the gate of Sand Prison cannot spread at all, and he is immediately knocked back into the gate.
Long stretches of yellow sand were flying in the air, surrounding the old man in black and the Gate of Sand Prison. There was no way to break through. The yellow sand was still closing in and squeezing into the middle. No matter how violent and unwilling the black sand was, it could only retreat step by step.
A young man dressed in white is sitting quietly cross-legged on the clouds. The wind and sunshine are beautiful here, but below him is a world of yellow mist. The old man in black is struggling hard in this realm.
Yang Xu watched helplessly as Huangsha's encirclement tightened, while his companions could only retreat steadily.
The young man in white looked down with a calm expression, stretched out his hands, and squeezed a magic formula with each hand.
The two magic formulas on the left and right were combined on the chest of the young man in white, and a seemingly small, but actually extremely condensed stream of water fell into the yellow sand in the sky below.
The condensing heavy water and the eternal endless sand, the two powerful forces merged into one at this moment, and the flying yellow sand suddenly became heavier, turned into a boundless sea of sand, and pressed towards the old man in black.
The old man in black was like a small sailboat bumping in the stormy waves. He tried to struggle, but was overturned by a wave and was completely submerged in the furious sea tide.
Yang Xu and Jun Zining stared blankly at this scene, watching the old man in black and his sand prison gate being swallowed up by the vast sea of sand. In just a short moment, not even a single wave could break up.
After a long time, the quicksand stopped moving and turned into an extremely huge sand ball in mid-air.
At this moment, there was a faint wave of terrifying power in the sand ball, as if it was trying to break free.
Jun Zining couldn't help but feel worried, but Yang Xu's mood did not improve. Instead, he felt desperate, because he could see that it was not that the old man in black had the ability to break free from the suppression of the opponent's magical power, but that he was unwilling to be captured alive and wanted to
Self-explosion of Yuanying!
The young man in white looked at the maracas that was gradually turbulent, slowly stretched out a hand, pinched the magic formula, and shook the maracas a little.
The sand ball suddenly shook, and a terrifying force burst out, trying to squeeze inwards.
If this pressure continues, even if the opponent self-destructs the Nascent Soul, it will be of no avail. The power of the Nascent Soul's self-destruction will be directly crushed by the huge power of the sand ball.
"I have no intention of killing you. What you do with you will be decided by the head of the Xuanmen Tianzong." The young man in white is naturally Kang Nanhua, one of the two guardian elders of the Xuanmen Tianzong.
Baby, you can't do anything to me, you're just asking for your own death."
The struggle and resistance in the maracas gradually weakened, revealing a trace of dejection.
Also feeling depressed was Yang Xu, especially a handsome young man in purple clothes. When he appeared beside Lin Feng with a faint smile, Yang Xu completely lost his determination to resist.
After leaving the two Nascent Soul ancestors of the Yang family to Kang Nanhua and Miao Shihao respectively, Lin Feng's attention returned to Jun Zining.
"You just said that you are a disciple of Zixiao Dao?"
Hearing Lin Feng's question, Jun Zining trembled all over. She looked at Lin Feng now, feeling faintly afraid.
"If he finds out that I lied to him as a shield before, it will be terrible if he gets angry." Jun Zining rolled her eyes and coughed dryly: "This senior brother... No, this senior uncle
, I am not a direct disciple of Zixiao Dao, but my family practices Taoism and has a deep connection with Zixiao Dao, so I can... well, I can be regarded as half a disciple of Zixiao Dao."
The twelve-year-old girl looked like a young adult and cupped her hands towards Lin Feng: "This uncle is very strange. I have never seen him at the Huanghai Dharma Conference."
Lin Feng glanced at her: "Have you ever participated in the Wild Sea Dharma Conference?"
Jun Zining was actually beating the drum in her heart. She had never participated in the Huanghai Dharma Assembly, but she was familiar with Li Kuiyin, a disciple of Zixiao Dao. Li Kuiyin doted on her. They met a while ago and they talked about the incident at the Huanghai Dharma Assembly.
She composed herself and said: "Of course I have participated, but my cultivation level is too low, so I only watched the ceremony from the side, but the grace of the masters and uncles of Xuanmen Tianzong is still fresh in my memory."
At this time, the little girl tried her best to recall every detail that Li Kuiyin told her, from Yue Hongyan's one-on-two battle with the Sun and Moon Swords, to the life-and-death battle between Wang Lin and Dao Yuting, to the fight between Zhu Yi and Jiao Junchen in the Golden Core Stage.
After a duel, he and Xiao Doian sang all the way to the finals.
In the end, the ultimate showdown between Zhu Yi and Xiao Beidian is naturally indispensable.
"The more I talk about it, the more I feel that this Xuanmen Tianzong is really powerful." Jun Zining couldn't help but be fascinated as she spoke. By the end, she was gradually getting excited and talking non-stop.
"I also followed Aunt Li Kuiyin to greet the masters and uncles of the Xuanmen Tianzong." At the end, Jun Zining couldn't control what he said: "Even the master of the Xuanmen, I have seen him
Woolen cloth!"
As soon as the words came out, Jun Zining paused slightly and felt a little regretful in her heart: "Oh no, it seems that the bragging is a bit too much."
She glanced at Lin Feng secretly: "The martial arts magical power he used to defeat Yang Xu just now seems to be integrated into the artistic conception of the power of the true fire of the sun, but it is more mysterious than that. It feels as if all the fire power in the world is under control."
"At the Huanghai Dharma Conference, the only disciple of the Master of Xuanmen who has not shown up is his eldest disciple Xiao Yan. I heard that Xiao Yan is also at the golden elixir stage and possesses the power of two major true fires. Is it possible?
Is this this person?"
Jun Zining asked cautiously: "I haven't asked for the title of this uncle yet? Could it be Uncle Xiao Yan?"
Before she finished speaking, the light and shadow suddenly changed in front of her eyes, and the little girl became dizzy. When she stood still on the ground again, she was already in a grand and towering palace.
Sitting on the main seat of the main hall was a young man wearing a wide purple robe. His whole body seemed to be one with the hall, as broad and vast as the starry sky in the universe.
Just when Jun Zining was in shock and doubt, the young man in purple robe smiled slightly: "Except for me, the Xuanmen Tianzong, there are a total of four hundred and eighty-seven disciples from other major forces participating in the Huanghai Dharma Assembly, regardless of their level of cultivation.
,Why don’t I remember that you are among them?”
Jun Zining opened her mouth wide and stared blankly at the young man in purple robe on the main seat. After a long while, she came back to her senses and stammered: "You...you are..."
The young man in purple robe smiled: "I am the master of Xuanmen, Lin Feng."
Jun Zi stared at Lin Feng, dumbfounded. She was speechless for a long time. She trembled all over for a long time. When she wanted to speak, she suddenly rolled her eyes and almost fainted.
Lin Feng looked amused: "You are really a kid, still pretending to be faint?"
A ray of purple energy held Jun Zining up, and before the little girl could react, her whole body became numb instantly, as if countless thin needles were gently pricking her.
Jun Zining was so frightened that she quickly stood up straight, with an expression like a little fox being caught after stealing a chicken, and smiled begging for mercy: "Senior, please forgive me, please forgive me."
At this moment, she just wanted to slap herself twice: "Idiot, when will you control your blind mouth? This time it will be terrible, terrible!"